Bad day, a short narrative

6:30 rolls around way to fast, the desire to get up as usual is not very strong.
Rush into the bathroom, throw some water on my face and shave.
Walk back into my room to get dressed from work.
I notice the bottles sprawled out in my room in my failed attempt to hide them last night.
I'm to tired to care right now, I'm just banking on my parents coming home AFTER I get out of work. Slight problem, I can't find my work tie. I rip my room to pieces even more trying to find it and eventually get it. Only good thing that comes out of this is the bottles are now under a thick layer of clothes. If my parents do make it home before me they wont see them unless they look for them quite hard. Despite my disheveled appearance I'm ready for work. So I head outside, the cold air feels nice, it helps me gather my wits about me. I walk down the block, past the neighbors house. I'm always careful to walk past their house before I light my morning cigarette. So I light up my smoke, and I'm immediately upset. It doesnt do for me what it normally does in the morning, it's lack luster as a matter of fact. I'm assuming it's because I've smoked quite heavily this past weekend but I digress. Work is a fiasco, I get in there and I wait for over an hour before I'm clocked in. After being clocked in I do no work, but the little work I do is disgusting. Before I know it I'm covered in garbage and ketchup. After I'm good and truly miserable, I decide to tell my parents I missed my scholarship by 2 points. They're pissed to no tomorrow, but there is nothing I can do. They wont let me rectify my mistake by paying them, theyre going to give me a speech about how I can always do better. I don't care. There is alot of unnecessary pressure put on me from many different angles. You can only hold so much before you begin to break down. So I come home and clean, disposing of my bottles, and tucking my new shot glasses away for safe keeping. Than I slumber, I wake up to angry stares and somber tones. I tuck my self into the happiest place I can, and i begin to draw. Now I'm here..

Such is life.